Last night I was readying several writings and there is a one friend that is from England that does write poetry and pros now and then and this really had a huge impact on me when I was reading it. This morning I obtained approval to post this and within a time where some tend to be so onto themselves isn't this very different and par few really can write in this manner. Bill is 86 years of age and I will tell you there definitely is substance withing his writings as follows below:
A poem for our time, past and future.
~ Pain and Suffering ~
Circulation wide, conditions finite, how deep do our poems go?
Do they touch those really in need, whose agony to us is unknown?
How can we help or deal with these, or console them so?
We are in ignorance of their needs as their numbers continue to grow.
Such pain as theirs will never heal, by well meaning sibyllic words alone
Human we are, and busy with it too. has it left us with hearts of stone?
And so I dedicate this poem here today, to help those who need it so
For I have lots about loneliness to say, and this is how it goes.
Trauma has so many different clothes, to hide its personal effect
Unemployment, the loss of home, a child drowned in a 'beck'.
The loss of someone dear to us, or another human being
Are we not made of marble that we can be so unfeeling?
Well of course the answer for most is No, and we do feel their pain
We don't know not what or where, but we're not giving up in vane
Could we join thoughts right here and take a moment's pause?
Let's give up our thoughts to you today, 'YOU' who deserve this cause.
To you my friend, and stranger too, this reader's wavelength's now reaching you
We wish you well this our poem day, and hope you'll soon rejoin the fray
One cannot live a life alone, so on this subject let's all atone
Give someone a ring, a letter maybe, absorb their pain, so they are not alone.
Whomever you are just reading this, there is someone you know in need
Alone in grief or suffering, or longing for a friendly word on which to feed
Cry a little for them now, but how can you help them here?
It's easy if you give the time, just write or say,
'How are you, my dear'?
Bill. R. Simpson © 2009
..such a moving ..yet gentle poem .I loved it ,thankyou ..bill
ReplyDeleteit is indeed moving to say the least
ReplyDeletea well written piece
this is a poem , we are all part of it too, most of us have experianced these things this poet wrote about in this peice.Loved its humble description toox
ReplyDeleteYes bil is a jewel among jewels
ReplyDeleteThis was an extrodinary write and it was a very different to the norm of what often I read and here is the url to his page:
ReplyDeletehttp://billatplay.multiply.com/journal/item/195/Please_Read?replies_read=6
go on his page and read his writing they are all awsome-
ReplyDeleteI have Heidi and it's so different to the "I" category and he literally writes in a manner that is very humble and something rare compared to so many maybe that all comes with age but one could read the words he wrote and they do stand out very well.
ReplyDeleteThank you , very inspiring way to begin the day. I've read the words and I shall try to do something to make someone else day a little brighter. The poem made mine brighter..it shines the light on what compassion is in action
ReplyDeleteSo true and moving too. Yes, all it does require are simple things - the gift of our time.
ReplyDeletehugs!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing Bill's poem...It was written beautifully and I, too, was touched by his gentle reminder.
ReplyDeleteI thought within these time last night were we so often are within the " I " factor, this was something that really was different that I think the wise gent really shared his thoughts and it was different ...
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing, this is good.
ReplyDeleteHi Parrie, I just got on here and yeah it's very good I feel something much different to the norm.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing Bill's poem with all of us. It certainly was a touching message.
ReplyDeleteCertainly the poem talks to each and everyone. And if one is hurting or currently undergoing certain stages in his/her life, this writes comes ... so dearly!
ReplyDeleteAnd yep ... how are you, my dear friend? Hugs. tess*